"What's Next?"

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Writing/thoughts/opinions are my own.


President Bartlet: When I ask 'What's Next?' it means I'm ready to move on to other things. So, what's next?
-The West Wing


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    geronimo-ni:

    macabrekawaii:

    itscalledfashionlookitup:

    When people compare the greatness that is The Simpsons to other animated shows like Family Guy it makes me want to set myself on fire

    I went on a date last year and jokingly said “Don’t ask me I’m just a girl” and giggled at a 35 year old man thinking he’d get the reference and instead he said “that’s what I like to hear.”

    Ew. Men suck.

    bolded mine. because srsly.

    (via ryeisenberg)

    buttonpoetry:

    Tui Scanlan - “Legacy” (NPS 2014)

    "If ever someone is stupid enough to ask Is your father dead? You hold your head up high and say No he isn’t. Because he lives in me.”

    Performing during prelims at the 2014 National Poetry Slam.

    Hawai‘i represent!

    It is obvious that people in the United States need to rethink their history in order to face their future.
    Felipe Fernandez-Armesto, Our America: A Hispanic History of the United States (via alisonroseishere)

    raideo:

    thememorythatcarrieson:

    fuckyesdeadpool:

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    Deadpool

    LOST MY SHIT AT DEADPOOL

    WASNT INTERESTED IN REBLOGGING TILL I SAW THE DEADPOOL ONE OMFG

    (via wilwheaton)

    dynastylnoire:

    socialjusticekoolaid:

    Micheal Brown is being laid to rest today. The family has asked for a day of peace without protest during the funeral proceedings. #staywoke #insolidarity

    Watch Live

    omg….instant sobbing

    (via kyliesparks27)

    freeqthamighty:

    Photo Source: Jamal Williams

    On Thursday August 14th, 2014, Feminsta Jones called for a National Moment of Silence (NMOS) to pay ‘respect to fatal victims of police shootings and brutality’. New Orleans, a (for now…) majority black city with a long history of police violence…

    Alright #Spartans. Let’s do this.


    #spartanrace #spartantrifecta #trifecta #spartan #hawaii #luckywelivehi #luckywelivehawaii @spartanrace (at Kualoa Ranch)

    Breathe. Great second day. #teacherlife #teaching (at University Laboratory School: A Hawai‘i Public Charter School)

    OR, A Letter to Myself 24 Hours ago (The Original)

    Dear Ms. T,

    I know that you’re scared right now.

    I know that, actually, you’re terrified. You’ve spent most of the past few weeks in a blind panic, and you’ve been trying to run away from that with lesson planning or, literally, running as fast as you can. Now, the night before (you procrastinator you), you’re beginning to feel it.

    First: It’s okay. Breathe. Embrace the panic. You can’t always get away from it, but some aspect of this anxiety has actually, in some ways, become a strength. You are planned.  You are more ready than you ever have been.

    Second: Trust. Trust lots of things. Trust that you can do this. I know you’re scared that you’ll be a failure, but remember that even when you do, it’s not really a failure. It’s a journey. It’s an experience. You don’t have your students for an hour— you have them for a year and, sometimes, for a lifetime. Trust that the mistakes you make together will only make you better.

    Third: Believe. In the kids, of course, but in yourself as well. You can already tell that it won’t be easy, that some days will test your patience and your worth. That things won’t go perfectly. Right now, you are falling into the old trap of walking on eggshells— of setting the stakes so high that one step means you’ve thrown it all down the drain.

    But you haven’t. Believe in your ability to adapt, to roll with the punches, to handle the moment and move on.You are entering the classroom more prepared than you ever did before. Each year from now on you will be more prepared than the last. Believe that each year you are only adding another year of knowledge and more tools to your practice for success. You won’t always be as young as you are now, but you will always be smarter the next day than you were before.

    Finally, smile! I promise, after the initial shock of it all wears off, you’ll want to laugh. Despite how tired you are in this moment, today was fun. Teaching is important, hard, testing, stressful at times, one of the most deserving professions— yes,— but it’s also really fun. Don’t forget that! On the days that feel like too much, the times where you might want to scream, don’t forget that a lot days are a hoot, and you have so much to learn from these kids.

    With lots of aloha,

    Me

    Robin Williams was an airman, a doctor, a genie, a nanny, a president, a professor, a bangarang Peter Pan, and everything in between. But he was one of a kind. He arrived in our lives as an alien — but he ended up touching every element of the human spirit.
    President Obama, in a statement on Williams’ passing (via latimes)

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    the-navel-treatment:

    riversnogs:

    aaaand now I’m crying.

    This one. This is the one that did me in.

    (via marykatewiles)

    christina-torres:

    So, this morning my former employer, Teach For America, released numbers that the organization is more diverse. I was quoted in one piece of a few pieces lauding this piece of news, and talked a little with Dr. Perry during the writing of the other.

    Thoughts brought on by the murders of Mike Brown, then Trayvon, and on and on.

    There are too many bodies strewn in streets
    that we can no longer pretend are far away. Too
    many streams flowing from the hearts of our black and
    brown children and their families to pretend
    it’s just a video game of a far away place.

    This is no 8-bit heart swifty sliced to half of its power
    in the top right corner of the game. There is no floating diamond
    we can grab that magically restores us. We do not
    get to pause the round and readjust the settings.

    The college acceptance letter does give us its promised protection,
    the “good upbringing” doesn’t restore the hearts of a country
    broken . What’s worse—the thing that should matter the most—
    the sheer innocence, the fact that their only crime is living in a hue
    you were told WAS the error on your TV— this is never enough.

    The petty apologies of those in charge
    are no riddle to be unlocked that will
    make the game easier. This poem has no
    answers. It will not restart when it dies.
    None of us do.